Jack stops dead in his tracks when he approaches the creek, almost dropping the log he's carrying as he stares at you. He can't help but stare for a moment, watching as you continue to play with whatever you're playing with, be it a frog or something else entirely.

You raise your head to look at him for a moment before going back to what you were doing.

You're dressed like an outlaw, which makes Jack raise an eyebrow. He isn’t even sure outlaws still exist anymore.